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At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

Want to Stay - Chapter 3

Despite everything, Apo and Legundo make it out of Oakhurst alive.

Aimless, a cured Legundo accompanies a lost Apo home. They do their best to keep living.

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Legundo recovers and gets accustomed to the area.

feed me vam (ignore the fact that I already sent you one of these today)

The former just has an intrigued, carefully polite look on her face while the latter…

Well, the pained look in Legundo’s good eye is as present as ever.

”Abolish,” Legs greets, sounding a thousand miles away.

work that keyboard, boy

”I never understood you, Doctor, but I’ll always respect you. Just know one person always holds you in high regard.”

The image of ripping into his throat snaps in place into Legundo’s mind. Too-small teeth scrape against the bottom ones as Legundo’s stomach claws at him, demanding something fresh, something right in front of him, something he needs-

And then the moment passes, and Legundo feels the urge to vomit.

ぷらっと静岡の旅♪後編

田貫湖では、夕陽に染まる富士山を眺めながらゆっくりとした時間を過ごしました。刻一刻と変わる空の色に合わせて富士山の表情も変化し、湖面に映る姿は息をのむ美しさ。日が沈むまで、ただその景色を眺めていたくなるような贅沢な時間でした♪

道中で立ち寄った朝霧高原では、のんびり草を食む牛たちに癒やされました。広々とした牧草地と雄大な富士山。どこか北海道を思わせるような風景が広がり、思わず足を止めてしまいます。

そして今回、予想以上に心を奪われたのが白糸の滝。正直あまり期待せずに訪れたのですが、その印象は良い意味で裏切られました。湾曲した岩肌から無数の細い滝が流れ落ちる光景はまるで自然が織りなす巨大なカーテン。優雅さと迫力が同居する景色に、しばらく見入ってしまいました♪

宿はクラフトビール醸造所を併設した特別な場所。なんと部屋にはビールサーバーが備え付けられていて、出来たてのクラフトビールを好きなだけ楽しめます。お気に入りの一杯をグラウラーに詰め、夕暮れの海辺へ。

波の音を聞きながら浜辺を歩き、流木に腰を下ろして海を眺める。潮風を感じながら飲むクラフトビールは格別で、時間がゆっくり流れていくようでした。豪華な観光地や派手な体験ではなく、こうした何気ないひとときこそが旅の醍醐味なのかもしれません。

富士山の絶景、豊かな自然、美味しいビール、そして心地よい海風。静岡の魅力をたっぷり感じることができた、心ほどける旅となりました。

旅先で出会う景色はもちろん素晴らしい。でも、その景色の中で過ごした時間こそが、いつまでも心に残るのだと思う。 🍺🗻✨

A Casual Trip to Shizuoka ♪ – Part 2

At Lake Tanuki, I spent a peaceful evening watching Mount Fuji glow in the colors of the setting sun. As the sky changed moment by moment, the mountain revealed a different expression with each passing minute. Its reflection shimmering on the lake was breathtakingly beautiful. It was one of those rare and precious moments when I simply wanted to sit still and watch the scenery until the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

Along the way, I stopped at the Asagiri Highlands, where the sight of cows leisurely grazing in the fields brought a sense of calm. The vast grasslands stretching beneath the majestic Mount Fuji created a landscape that somehow reminded me of Hokkaido, making it impossible not to pause and take it all in.

One place that exceeded all expectations was Shiraito Falls. To be honest, I hadn’t expected much before visiting, but I was pleasantly surprised. Countless delicate streams of water flowed down the curved rock face, forming what felt like a giant curtain woven by nature itself. The scene combined elegance and power in perfect harmony, and I found myself standing there, captivated for quite some time.

That evening, I stayed at a unique accommodation with its own craft brewery. Even more surprisingly, the room was equipped with a beer tap, allowing guests to enjoy freshly brewed craft beer whenever they wished. I filled a growler with my favorite brew and headed to the shore at sunset.

Listening to the gentle sound of the waves, I strolled along the beach and sat on a piece of driftwood, gazing out at the sea. Sipping craft beer while feeling the ocean breeze was an experience unlike any other. Time seemed to slow down. It wasn’t the famous attractions or extravagant experiences that made the trip special—it was these simple, unhurried moments.

Magnificent views of Mount Fuji, rich natural landscapes, delicious craft beer, and the refreshing sea breeze—this journey allowed me to fully experience the charm of Shizuoka and left me feeling completely at ease.